A/N: Her dress/that scene was inspired by art/Iroh-II-and-Asami-324097912 (you google it). Hugs and kisses for 2 chapters in one night ;)

Upon walking in, the sensual, vibrant energy of the club shot to her head. Tons of people were lounging at tables and on the dance floor. It sounded of laughter and fun making. Everyone either had a drink in their hand or was making their way to the bar. It was dark except for the stage, illuminating a pale, raven-haired beauty with a bob cut. Despite her frail, skimpy appearance, she had a big voice, and was currently singing the fast-paced "Yes, Sir! That's My Baby".

Asami had never been in one of these clubs, forbidden by her father. Iroh was watching her to gage her reaction. When she practically dragged him to the dance floor, there was no doubt she was in to have fun. The dancers moved wildly and all over the floor. Thankfully, her fiery silk red dress had a side slit up to her mid-thigh would allow her mobility. While she normally wouldn't wear something this dangerous, she figured tonight should be special.

She started with simple arm movements that other girls were splaying before Iroh took her hand and spun her around. Laughing, she drew back into the fold of his arm. His other hand had traveled to her thigh and teasingly brought her leg up as he dipped her. It was hard to break the wonderful touch but the loud and lively music reminded them to have a little bit of platonic fun. They danced for the pure joy of being together.

A few songs later, the singer started to play a slower song. All the couples on the dance floor positioned themselves into a tight embrace. Asami knew the song well from a few years ago. It was the song of dreamer in love. She had no idea then that someday she would be dancing to it with the man she loves. Iroh wrapped his arm around her waist as her arm draped across his shoulder. Her cheek pressed into the solid expanse of his chest. When she linked their free hands, the singer started sweetly and softly:

"There's a saying old, says that love is blind

Still we're often told, 'seek and ye shall find'

So I'm going to seek a certain guy I've had in mind"

She followed his lead as they floated across the dance floor. The warmth of him filled her. Pulling back a few inches, she looked up into his smoldering dark amber eyes. She barely heard the song as she stared. He thought to himself that he'd never seen anything more beautiful in his life. Her green eyes practically glowed from the surrounding dark purple makeup. He remembered fondly their time together. There was no one else he'd rather die for. He was impressed when she stood up for herself to his mother. It showed she could be strong through anything.

"I hope that he turns out to be someone who'll watch over me"

"Iroh, I love you."

He brought her in for a sweet peck. They paused for a few seconds that lasted infinitely. Something was given in that moment that can't be changed.

She leaned up for a deep, heated kiss. Her hands tangled into his hair. At that moment, they couldn't even pretend to be dancing. His hand touched the bare skin her leg offered from the dress's opening. The raging heat forming in her belly threatened to buckle her knees already. He must have felt the same since his grip on her was deliciously bruising.

She silently prayed for the bruises to form so she can remember how she got them. They broke apart to harshly pant for breath. All the red-faced couples around them watched with shy amusement.

Asami didn't care, opting to grab him and pull him out of the club through the back. They rushed until the night air hit them. She pulled him down for another kiss. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and he sucked on it. He turned her around and harshly pushed her against brick wall. The feel of hard brick against her back and smooth, warm brick crushing her front sent her to another plane of pleasure.

"Asami, I can't contain myself. Not even for a hotel," he hotly panted into her neck. "It's been months…"

Her moan made it loud and clear that she didn't care that they were in an alley. Iroh continued to kiss down to the top of her dress. Simultaneously, his hands were jerking up her dress. "I'll make up for this. I'll treat you like the Fire Lady," he promised.

She couldn't express in words that this is what she wants too so she pulled him back for a kiss by his hair. She bit and teased his lower lip before he forced a more thorough kiss. Groaning, he finally ripped the bunched dress material in his hands to release her legs. Her leg instinctively wrapped around his waist, hips grinding together. Her eyes rolled up when she felt the length of him pressing against the part of her that needed it the most. He hissed in pain, one of his hands digging into her thigh, the other into her waist.

Ripping off her panties, he set them on fire before tossing them to the ground. His hand traveled to her dripping nether lips. He circled her clit which left her gasping.

"Iroh," she begged. When his calloused finger pushed down on her clit, her voice jumped an octave, "Iroh!"

He abused her lips with all the desperate need he felt at her sexy voice. Her hips bucked against his hand, hoping for more friction, but he withdrew. Iroh became a wild beast as he smashed the wall on either side of her head. She clawed at his pants. They quickly unbuckled and she could finally free his erection. There were no words, no warning. In one thrust, he hit her hilt. She orgasmed at that moment, her walls convulsing around him. He continued to thrust to her never-ending pleasure. All over again, the pressure started to build inside her. One of his fingers returned to between her legs. In time with his thrusts, he tapped her clit. She screamed his name all-too-soon.

"Spirits, I love you, Asami. I would gladly do anything to stay with you like this," he breathed onto her lips.

She clung to him, trying to catch her breath. "Let's spend the night together. I can't sleep one more night without you in my bed. We'll make sure no one sees us."

"As you command," he sealed the deal with another hot kiss.